What I really want for Christmas is….
Conceived
in a gas station bathroom, and born in the back of a station wagon
in the Bowlarama parking lot on league night. This little honey
was raised on the four basic food groups (meatwiches, oleo, government
cheese, and beer).
Possessed of an I.Q. that makes her ancestors
proud, she is the first of her family to make it through the third
grade. She would have finished the fourth if she had not made the
mature decision to stay home with her first born son.
Also a model working Mom, even after a hard
day gathering carts at the Honk & Holler, she still finds time
to carve and fry the Christmas
Bologna.
